The more you yell,
The more I cry,
The more you scream,
The farther I'll hide.
Like a child,
I will fear,
My cries,
You do not hear.
Will dad hit mom?
Will mom hit dad?
Can I be unafraid?
Can I be more than sad?
Her eyes start to water,
Tears I thought were mine,
But her tears are angry,
And she screams one more time.
His screams mellow,
I feel somewhat calm,
But then a cigarette,
Falls from his calloused palm.
They insist they'll never split,
But they don't see what I do,
They see a bright red,
But I see a deep blue.
I love and believe in you.
Stay strong. <3
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RandomA collection of quotes, poetry, and random thoughts and ideas. Read at your own risk. This material might be triggering for some readers.
